Post by John Darnacan on Feb 7, 2006 17:14:14 GMT
Part 9 – Out of Sorts
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When the Doctor and Faye got back to the car, they found it wouldn’t start.
“That’s suspicious” Faye breathed.
“Not really, Faye. You left the radio on,” observed the Doctor. “The battery’s been run down.”
“Oh great!” spat Faye. “I’m really sorry.”
“It’s not a problem. Anyway, I was in the mood for a stretch of the legs. It’ll help me think.” They set out on the road toward Ranchero Hernandez.
“Why are you so worried about the ‘brain trust’ back there? You said nothing would come of their efforts.”
“They’re using time-appropriate technologies, transistors and such, yet their technological results are surprisingly advanced. Their anti-gravity system is completely anachronistic. Sort of like building a modern airplane out of stone.”
“Plus, I guess anything Nazis are involved in should make us nervous,” Faye added.
“Nazis?”
“Krueger? And that Deiter? I may not be a Time Lord, but I know this is 1951, six years after the end of World War II. We’re in South America, where lots of Nazis escaped to. Krueger even admitted it he worked for them. And that Deiter; he’s clearly a Nazi goon.”
“What makes you say that?”
Faye looked at the Doctor incredulously. “He’s an arrogant German with a Lugar. My grandfather told me all about them. He was in a POW camp during the war.”
“Faye, not all Germans were Nazis. In fact,…” The Doctor suddenly winced.
“Are you alright?” The Doctor kept his eyes closed for several moments. Faye became very concerned. “Doctor, what’s the matter?”
“It’s this regeneration. It doesn’t seem to be wearing well; like a suit that’s the wrong size.” He turned to Faye. “Like a recipe that’s missing a key ingredient.”
“It’s OK. I got the suit analogy,” Faye responded with a worried smile.
“Sorry, I’m out of sorts. It’s like there’s something missing or misaligned. Usually, I have a short period of mild dementia after regenerating. That didn’t happen this time, yet something still not right. And for some reason, I keep thinking of Raymundo, but don’t know why.”
“Maybe you need to see a doctor.”
“I am a Doctor.”
“I mean a physician. Perhaps one on Gallifrey,” Faye suggested.
“No, there’s no going back to Gallifrey.”
“Why?”
“There just isn’t,” growled the Doctor. The pair continued along the road back. They came to a part of the road that wasn’t far from where they left the TARDIS.
“Do you want to head back to the TARDIS?”
“No, I need to tell Hernandez about the car. But you go ahead to the TARDIS. I’ll catch up later.”
“Are you going to be all right?”
“Yes,” he smiled. “I’ll be fine.”
Faye was unsure about leaving the Doctor on his own.
“See you later?” The Doctor nodded.
Faye headed across a pasture and around a curved clearing. The sun was dropping low in the western sky, teasing the mountains in the distance. Unsure whether the distant mountains were the Andes or not, she decided they were because it was one of the few geographic features she could remember from school. Despite the gorgeous display of beauty, she still worried about what the Doctor was going through. One of the reasons she wanted to get back to the TARDIS quickly was so she could search the library for a book on regeneration. Perhaps she should be doing something to help him.
After several minutes, Faye realised she was not alone. She could hear some brushing against branches behind her. In fact, she was being followed. She quickly ducked behind an outcropping of rocks. She held her breath as she heard the rustle of approaching footsteps. Her heart was beating hard. She peaked over the rocks to see the silhouette of a tall man against the setting sun. She realized it was Deiter, the strapping Nazi.
And he spotted her.
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To Be Continued...
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When the Doctor and Faye got back to the car, they found it wouldn’t start.
“That’s suspicious” Faye breathed.
“Not really, Faye. You left the radio on,” observed the Doctor. “The battery’s been run down.”
“Oh great!” spat Faye. “I’m really sorry.”
“It’s not a problem. Anyway, I was in the mood for a stretch of the legs. It’ll help me think.” They set out on the road toward Ranchero Hernandez.
“Why are you so worried about the ‘brain trust’ back there? You said nothing would come of their efforts.”
“They’re using time-appropriate technologies, transistors and such, yet their technological results are surprisingly advanced. Their anti-gravity system is completely anachronistic. Sort of like building a modern airplane out of stone.”
“Plus, I guess anything Nazis are involved in should make us nervous,” Faye added.
“Nazis?”
“Krueger? And that Deiter? I may not be a Time Lord, but I know this is 1951, six years after the end of World War II. We’re in South America, where lots of Nazis escaped to. Krueger even admitted it he worked for them. And that Deiter; he’s clearly a Nazi goon.”
“What makes you say that?”
Faye looked at the Doctor incredulously. “He’s an arrogant German with a Lugar. My grandfather told me all about them. He was in a POW camp during the war.”
“Faye, not all Germans were Nazis. In fact,…” The Doctor suddenly winced.
“Are you alright?” The Doctor kept his eyes closed for several moments. Faye became very concerned. “Doctor, what’s the matter?”
“It’s this regeneration. It doesn’t seem to be wearing well; like a suit that’s the wrong size.” He turned to Faye. “Like a recipe that’s missing a key ingredient.”
“It’s OK. I got the suit analogy,” Faye responded with a worried smile.
“Sorry, I’m out of sorts. It’s like there’s something missing or misaligned. Usually, I have a short period of mild dementia after regenerating. That didn’t happen this time, yet something still not right. And for some reason, I keep thinking of Raymundo, but don’t know why.”
“Maybe you need to see a doctor.”
“I am a Doctor.”
“I mean a physician. Perhaps one on Gallifrey,” Faye suggested.
“No, there’s no going back to Gallifrey.”
“Why?”
“There just isn’t,” growled the Doctor. The pair continued along the road back. They came to a part of the road that wasn’t far from where they left the TARDIS.
“Do you want to head back to the TARDIS?”
“No, I need to tell Hernandez about the car. But you go ahead to the TARDIS. I’ll catch up later.”
“Are you going to be all right?”
“Yes,” he smiled. “I’ll be fine.”
Faye was unsure about leaving the Doctor on his own.
“See you later?” The Doctor nodded.
Faye headed across a pasture and around a curved clearing. The sun was dropping low in the western sky, teasing the mountains in the distance. Unsure whether the distant mountains were the Andes or not, she decided they were because it was one of the few geographic features she could remember from school. Despite the gorgeous display of beauty, she still worried about what the Doctor was going through. One of the reasons she wanted to get back to the TARDIS quickly was so she could search the library for a book on regeneration. Perhaps she should be doing something to help him.
After several minutes, Faye realised she was not alone. She could hear some brushing against branches behind her. In fact, she was being followed. She quickly ducked behind an outcropping of rocks. She held her breath as she heard the rustle of approaching footsteps. Her heart was beating hard. She peaked over the rocks to see the silhouette of a tall man against the setting sun. She realized it was Deiter, the strapping Nazi.
And he spotted her.
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To Be Continued...
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